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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the were
By the way they their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
to run.
You never money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the were
By the way they their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
to run.
You never money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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